I have just had about as nice a cycling weekend as one can have without going to a country like the Netherlands or France where they actually see bikes as forms of transportation and recreational vehicles for people of all ages.
It rained during much of the past week. The good news is that I had a chance to catch up--or at least make progress--on a couple of bike- and writing-related projects. I'll say more about those later. As skies clared late Friday afternoon, while my religious faith did not return, it was enough to get me thinking that the cycling gods--some of whom I've written about in earlier posts-- were smiling on us.
We are in that "sweet spot" between spring and summer: The air warm enough to cycle shorts and a light top, the water just warm enough for a swim or at least a dip (depending, of course, on your temperature sensitivity) and skies so clear--yes, even here in New York--that no matter how or where you ride, more roads, more fields, more water, stretch ahead of you--and the flowers that have budded and bloomed for the past few weeks pulse with color.
So I did a back-to-back of two old favorites: Connecticut (the longer and hillier ride) on Saturday and Point Lookout yesterday. While I am thinking, perhaps, of even longer rides in the coming weeks, I was content with what some might call the "Zen" way of riding: I enjoyed the individual moments and what some might call The Moment of the rides writ large.
About the longer rides I'm considering: I might ride from my apartment to some place from which I can't return on the same day. I'd also like to go further away, to take one of the trips that were postponed by the pandemic. While I had been planning to go to places I'd never been before, and I hope to take those trips, whether this year or some other times, I feel even more of an urge to see people I haven't seen in a while and other people I've "met" through this blog and other online means but have never seen in person.
But the past weekend's cycling is as fine as any I've experienced in a while. More like it would make me happy.
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